पल दो पल आकर मेरे संग बिताना तुम
हो सके तो इस बरसात ठहर जाना तुम

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Here we are again
On our Thursday night call.
Laughing and joking
As time once again leaves behind fall.
We look at the moon
And its glow,
And wonder if the night would bring along
Some snow.
Coz nights are now
Turning cold
As we remember our memories so old.
Making new plans,
We get lost in a trance
Until the raindrops fall.
And it's warmth inside our hearts,
Crawls.
Smiling a smile so rare
But it was only fair
Coz we have been through highs and lows,
And conquered countless blow.
Here we are again
On our Thursday night call,
Laughing and joking
As time once again leaves behind fall.

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It's not the pouring exactly, 
not the bareland either. 
The water rising up 
to quench your thirst. 
No. 
It's not what drove 
your body here
like a stolen heap 
Why did you abandon it
on this unreasonable ground? 
Not that you dove in
the oceans,
singing 
their perfect punctuations. 
It's not the last moron 
who turned you down, 
or turned you out 
or kept the mask on. 
No.
It's never the love,
it is the dark
escaping its last rays.

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IT WAS RAINING ON A DROUGHT FIELD


NOT FROM THE SKY







IT WAS RAINING FROM THE FARMERS EYE

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Rain, is but fragments of our stories,
Washing unto us

To remind us that all is forgiven

Every fleeting moment is like the dust that breaks off of our skins
 irreconcilable particles that drift from light into darkness,
hidden from our consciousness and sight.

But sometimes, in the light
When time is paused, you can see them float,
Like repercussions of our words, spoken in haste
Like breath on our mirrors, that has just been expelled.

When it rains, you feel our stories again
Between the beatings of your heart,
Our bits and pieces, lost fragments of our past.

Like wet sand caught in our fingernails

The wind that blows on your sinking heart,
A semblance of a balm, over the scarring of our souls,
Is but the forgiveness of our past

The cleansing of our slates, Our first steps into our futures.
Our fleeting, temporal hearts, forgiven, with the lifting of our weights.

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While the rain
clicks its heels
on my window pane,
its petrichor
forgets my lane.

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# Raindrop Kiss

In the rain ,
With all the pain,
Drenched over the drizzle ,
I wish I could live a little ,
Will you kiss me in between the raindrop ?
Until our hearts stop !

_Inkling Ink

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I like to face the sky with eyes closed and arms open, when it rains.
I feel as if all the raindrops are falling from the sky just to hug me.

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Water cannot wet the soul ♥

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